“You know I don’t much care for books, but what a delight it was to hear her retell one of the novels she had just read and enjoyed.” He went back to his salt shaker. “Murder mysteries. A mere pastime, of course. But she was always trying to outsmart the detectives. She’d remember every detail, every piece of information and narrate the whole plot back to me. A book could take up a whole dinner. And
This is the third time this has come up. Now I’m wondering if Mildred will leave some clues hidden in her room as to what really happened to her. Did fucking Andrew murder her?
